June 20, 2014

Hark, My Muse Is Calling Me?

"I don't bellow little boy, I announce my presence, and when my presence deserves respect, you are to show your sorry white ass in front of me ASAP! Do I make myself clear?"

"About as clear as your complexion little girl."

"Excuse me?"

"Is there really an excuse for you? In any event, what are you doing here? I thought you were on hiatus in the land where the beach never ends, the surf is always up, and tequila sunrises are always in high demand."

"I heard an ugly rumor through the grapevine that you might be on vacation."

"Rumors aren't ugly, only the people who create them are."

"Is it true?"

"What, the rumor?"

"Yes."

"What's in it for me?"

She steps closer, feather touches his chin and purrs softly, "I'm all yours."

"Really?"

She lightly nibbles his ear. "Really."

"It...it would definitely make things different, that's for sure."

"In more ways you can possibly imagine."

"Oh?"

"Listen, I can rock your world you know. Already did it in your debut novel, which was brilliantly written. Then I moved on to your short story trilogy, what's that called again?"

"First I played lovelorn singer Tamara pining over Tim the man of her dreams. Then in the second story, I upped the ante by playing a strong independent and vivacious young woman who was at a crossroads with her male bestie. Finally, in the last one, I brought all the passion and my deep rooted fears to the forefront and showed everyone just how vulnerable I could be."

"I agree, your performances in all three were outstanding. So what do you want from me?"

She pushes him to the ground and quickly straddles his waist. Undoing the scrunchie that was holding her hair in place, she runs her hand under hair to free it up. As the three foot long tress splays out over her face, chest and back, she leans in and purrs, "I want more."